Mortal Gods Book Novels & Stories

A Primordial Realm Immortal raised his palm and charged down towards the Puppet God, however, with a flick of the Puppet God's sleeve, the black mist transformed by the Dao Death Qi instantly impacted upwards, and with a rumbling sound, it directly shook the Realm Immortal back. "Uh ..." that Earth Immortal fell back to the ground, hand over the chest, face immediately covered a layer of dead gas, the Hall of Seals also gradually black, another Earth Immortal in the distance instantly moved to, both palms to his back, to help him force out the dead gas, and at the same time to the mid-air phoenix Jiu Tian duo to look at: "Two little friends, can you resist for a few more moments?" Feng Jiuti

Archived in the Living Library, Floor 3 💀 The Shattering of the Pantheon 1,000 years ago, the world was ruled not by kings, but by gods. Thirteen of them reigned, each governing one of the primal forces of creation: flame, time, mind, death, shadow, storm, and more. They were not merciful. They were not kind. They demanded worship, sacrifice, and obedience. Empires rose and fell by divine whim. Mortals lived in fear of the gods' cruelty disguised as justice. Until one of their own turned against them. Known only as the Godkiller, they were not born divine, but rose from mortal blood, wielding an unnatural power capable of severing divine essence from existence itself. It's said their blade

Funny how the man I got married to a few hours ago, had no intentions to save me, if anything, he wanted me killed and out of his way. Pain shot through my chest like I was stabbed with a dagger, but I tried so hard not to show any emotions. Devils like Vincenzo feeds on emotions and I wasn’t letting him feed on mine. “It’d be a win if I take your wife along with me to the afterlife. Wouldn’t it?” The mob leaned forward, his breath fanning my ear. “Say your goodbye to your husband who wants you dead." My heart lodged in my throat and my survival instinct kicked in..

--- POV: Selene The bells toll. Not for hands. For terror. Solara’s white towers shiver. Spires sway without wind. Mortals look up and cover their ears; gods look up and don’t pray. I rise, silver trailing. Bracelets burn. Smoke in my lungs where no fire is. The bells toll again. Ashmouth. The name isn’t spoken, but it writes itself across every god’s ribs. I move like someone crossing a house after a crash—careful, quick, pretending calm. The Council sphere waits: War’s gauntlets slam, Oath’s bands glow, Death smiles and says nothing.

She told me that there would come a time when fate would change that, and I would have a permanent home. It was hell trying to get a grip on my abilities while also being on the run. Eventually, Hades appeared to me. It was somewhat amusing to know that he had been worried that I would hate him for not being in my life. As much as I hated his explanation, it made sense. The Gods could only have certain contact with mortals. He had to wait until my power awakened so that I was not fully considered mortal. I would still live and die like those around me. I was not fully mortal, but the Demigod status made me able to withstand direct contact with the Gods while they were on Earth. Their realms

He had to act fast. Just then, the mortal he met earlier flashed his mind. He remembered her eyes and pains that evolved from her tears. He was sure about one thing, she wasn't your usual mortal. There was definitely something special about her he just couldn't place his hand on. He broke his rule for her. He had also given her one of his most prized object, his special umbrella. He remembered the warmth he felt "The human world seems to be more interesting than the way I left it. There is even someone who is mysterious to death." Adonis reasoned within himself.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

Blood seeps through my fingers, and I know I've been hit. "Nora!" Marybelle cries, dodging an attack and running towards me. "I'm okay," I grit out, though the pain is terrible. I try to stand, and my legs buckle beneath me. But I'm not done yet. I take a deep breath and send a blast of white magic towards the remaining hunters. They're thrown back, and the forest is silent. The Silver Hunters are dead or gone, and we're still alive. I look at my companions, and we all share a moment of relief.

Mortals cowered, their eyes cast skyward in awe and fear. I was not here to be seen. Not yet. But something stirred, pulling me closer. A strange hum, faint yet persistent, whispered against my senses. It was different from the cries of frightened humans or the prayers they murmured to deities they believed still cared. This was something else—a tether pulling me down. Intriguing. Mortal lands held no place for gods, and yet here I was, standing on the precipice of their world, compelled by… curiosity. With a single thought, I descended.

Drayce grimace at the thought. “A mortal.” I mutter. Drayce’s eyebrows narrowed. “Impossible. Why would a God be with a mortal?” the moment he said those words, he stares at us as if there is something wrong to what he just said. Then shut his mouth. “No. I mean… in his situation...” “It’s okay. I know what you are trying to say, Drayce.” I sighed. And I can’t tell Drayce about our situation unless Kurai speaks first.